Uncle Herbert

Flash Fiction Prompt…Blanket

Kyle looked hastily around his bedroom. Dirty clothes littered the floor and he kicked what he could reach under the edge of the bed. Melinda entered the room moments later. She raised an eyebrow at the state of his room and Kyle felt heat burn his face. Damn it, he was blushing like a virgin on prom night. Just like he did during the ceremony.

The mating ceremony in front of the pack had been awkward. He preferred the way the old timers had done it. In the woods, alone with the one their wolf had chosen. This new age crap the younger generation had come up with was too impersonal. It was choreographed down to the last word spoken and having everyone watch what was supposed to be a private moment between him and his chosen mate…well, he felt down right violated.

Melinda walked to the center of the room, the look in her eyes causing Kyle’s wolf to stir. The beast hadn’t been properly introduced to his new mate and he wanted his turn. Fine by him. He’d wanted nothing more than to have her since their mock fight in the circle a week ago when she challenged him and he ended up kissing her instead.

Raising his hand and pushing his hair away from his eyes, Kyle cleared his throat. “So, um, how do you want to do this?”
She smiled and Kyle felt his face burn hotter. “The usual way. Unless you’re one of those guys that are into kink.”

His face was going to catch on fire. It was only a matter of time. “Depends on what you mean by kink.”

She moved to the bed and sat down. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“No!” His voice squeaked. Melinda chuckled and leaned her head to one side. Damn it, this was turning into a disaster. He cleared his throat again. “I’ve done this a few times. It’s been a while though.”

“I can tell.” She leaned back, her hair fanning out against the blankets, her fingers splayed in the soft fur of the uppermost covering. A glance to her left and Melinda’s brow furrowed. “What the hell is this?”

Kyle looked at the fur she was running her fingers through. “What does it look like?”

“A fur blanket.”

“You’d be right.”

Her eyes widened. “You are one sadistic wolf, Kyle. How can you sleep in a bed covered in animal fur?”

It was his turn to laugh. “It’s not real, Melinda.”

Her face clearly showed her disgust. “I don’t care.” She stood and pulled the blanket from the bed. “I’m not sleeping under that thing. It looks like your uncle Herbert! His coloring was exactly the same when he shifted.”

Kyle bit his tongue to keep from laughing. “Well, at least the old dog will finally see some action. Lord knows there wasn’t a woman in the entire pack that would crawl into her bed with him. He’d be happy to know you were.”

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